Chapter 74: The Suicide Squad

After a loud "boom...", the shells burst into a thick smoke belt composed of gunpowder, mud and flying corpses in front of us with a roar. These smoke was like a man-eating monster, swallowing hundreds of puppet troops into their stomachs in the blink of an eye. After the gunpowder dissipated, the monster disappeared, and hundreds of puppet troops disappeared. All that remained was the corpses in front of the position. The old and new corpses mixed together and could not be separated. The only difference was the blood, some were bright red, and some were black...

This round of artillery fire once again solved the two companies attacked by the puppet army, but the soldiers did not cheer or cheer, because they knew that Yu Shuchang, the communicator who had been dealing with the enemy, was also his comrades-in-arms who had been dealing with the enemy.

"8251...8251..." The artillery observer was still unwilling to call on the walkie-talkie again and again, but the soldiers knew that it was impossible for Yu Shuchang to hear the simple and optimistic words from there, because the bunker where he was located had been razed to the ground!

"Be ready for battle!" I shouted loudly at the soldiers. The purpose was to divert the sorrow of the soldiers and to transform their grief into strength as soon as possible. Because I knew that when the puppet army attacked like this, they would not, and at the same time, they could not give us any chance to breathe, because our army's large army would come soon.

"Yes!" The soldiers responded, waved their shovels and dug them on the position. Some of them shoveled out the mud in the trenches, some of them opened a small trenches for the trenches to release the accumulated water, and some of them were helpless to scoop out the accumulated water. The heavy rain in recent days has brought great difficulties to the soldiers' civil engineering work, but all this did not scare most of the volunteer soldiers from the countryside, and they just thought they were doing farm work in the fields.

It was just a pain for me, the leader who had never been to the field since childhood! Although I was also a child who grew up in the countryside, my parents were determined to train me to be a scholar, so I had never been to the field since I was a child. At this time, I was very uncomfortable with the feeling of mud all over my body and my military uniform was soaked in sewage. Especially the sewage was mixed with the blood of the soldiers and had a hint of red...

"Captain!" At this time, Liu Shunyi ran to me and reported: "The casualties are counted. There are more than 500 people left in our army. Except for the more than 200 people on the top of the mountain, I let them scatter on the backside and standby on time!"

"Yeah!" I nodded, and my heart felt ache. Although I had been mentally prepared, I still couldn't stand it when I heard this casualty number. 585.2 There were two volunteer battalions on the high ground, but now... three-quarters of the casualty were killed in less than a day!

Liu Shunyi's decision was undoubtedly correct. There are no tunnels or two, and there are not enough anti-aircraft holes. The best way to persevere is undoubtedly to disperse the troops. Then use the "fueling tactic" to slowly add people to the top of the mountain.

I looked at the sky. It was still dark and the cloudy weather was like this. Although the light was not good, it was completely dark but not so fast! Although I also knew that even if it was dark in this situation, the puppet army would not give up the attack, but no matter what, it was always beneficial to us who defended after it became dark.

"How are the casualties of the Cold Gun Army?" I asked casually, and couldn't help but glance at Li Pinghe beside me. Li Pinghe couldn't help but turn around and look at Liu Shunyi. In fact, what I want to know in my heart is not only the situation of the Cold Gun Army, but also Lin Xue and Jin Qiulian in the Cold Gun Army.

"The cold gun troops have little casualties!" Liu Shunyi replied: "The tunnel they are in is just the entrance of the tunnel. The soldiers didn't notice it at first, but they couldn't see anything after being silted. Later, they dug it out by themselves... They all died half their lives and almost suffocated to death. However, except for the three comrades who were injured by stones and logs, no one else was seriously injured!"

"Um!" Listening to Liu Shunyi's words, Li Pinghe and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, after looking at each other, we saw the worry in each other's eyes again: Is there Lin Xue among the three injured people? Of course, I was worried that there was one more golden autumn lotus than Li Pinghe...

Liu Shunyi seemed to pretend to be our thoughts and added a sentence later: "The wounded soldiers are all gay men!"

This finally made us feel relieved. Li Pinghe immediately pretended to be careless and turned around and continued to observe the situation on the battlefield. For a *** worker, all soldiers should be treated equally on the battlefield. He could not let the soldiers see that he cared for a particular person, even if Lin Xue was his sister!

But I am different. I think it is natural to care about the people I should care about. So I patted Liu Shunyi on the shoulder and said, "Thank you, Deputy Commander Liu will continue to organize the soldiers on the back slope!"

"Yes!" Liu Shunyi did not object, nodded and retreated.

As the saying goes, everyone has their own strengths. What I am good at is commanding battles, and what Liu Shunyi is good at is organizing personnel. It is perfect to ask him to take care of my rear at this time.

"Political Commissar!" I raised my telescope and looked in the direction of the puppet army, and said intentionally: "Most of the soldiers on the reverse slope were rescued from the tunnel by the soldiers. It can be said that they have all died once. I am worried that their fighting will be shaken. You can do their ideological work!"

Li Pinghe looked at me gratefully, and after a while, he patted my shoulder and whispered in my ear: "I'll go see Lin Xue!"

For some reason, I suddenly felt that all the threats from Li Pinghe had disappeared. Even though Li Pinghe had said before, treating Lin Xue as his sister, I felt that he was not really relieved, and he still had the feelings for Lin Xue, or he could still hold a glimmer of hope. So there was a faint threat in my heart. Although I had never taken it to heart because of my confidence, there was still a little gap between me and Li Pinghe. But at this moment, I suddenly felt that even the only threat had disappeared.

Before Li Ping could go down, the puppet army's artillery shells quickly came up one by one. If they were only facing the enemy's artillery fire, then the reverse slope would undoubtedly be the safest. But if they were surrounded by the enemy, there would naturally be no distinction between forward slopes and reverse slopes. Therefore, the safest place when the enemy was bombarded was actually the mountain top position. The reason is that the mountain top position is small, and the mountain top position is also the critical point. The shells will cross over our heads as soon as they score one point higher, and fall on the front slope as soon as they fall. This is also the way for observers who are arranged on the position during normal combat.

So what we need to do is to lie down and hide in the trenches as much as possible. The shells are really unsure. Although it is theoretically difficult to hit the top of the mountain, some of the shells will happen to hit the top of the mountain and stir up pieces of mud and dirty water, and sometimes take away the lives of several soldiers. But what I am worried about is not this. I am worried that the puppet army will use the same trick again, and then rush to our position in the last time with artillery fire...

This tactic is another matter, and whether it is cost-effective is another matter. In fact, it is something that everyone can figure out. If you do not take advantage of the artillery shells to the enemy's position but launch a charge after the artillery fire stops, then the one waiting for the artillery will most likely be the enemy's shells. Just like the battle just now, we seem to have to mobilize artillery troops to bomb the walkie-talkie, and the puppet army can only helplessly drop a large piece of corpse and retreat.

On the contrary, if you rush up by the artillery fire on the ground, although it will inevitably cause some accidental injuries, it is very likely that the enemy will not be in a hurry to prepare. Even if the enemy is mentally prepared, the huge roar of the shells will make the artillery observers unable to convey the correct coordinates and instructions to the artillery positions through walkie-talkies!

I carefully looked a little bit of my head out of the trenches, and the wind was everywhere above my head. I didn't know if it was shrapnel or gravel. Sometimes I even suspected that shells were flying over my head. But all this was not important. I knew very clearly that if God wanted you to die on this battlefield, even if you were hidden, you wouldn't be able to escape.

In the splashing mud, I tried hard to open my eyes and look down at the position, but I saw only piles of smoke that exploded in radial shape. The bodies and weapons left by the puppet army on the position were brought to the air again and again, and then the residual limbs, weapon fragments, blood and earth and stones mixed in the air and fell heavily. But their suffering had not stopped. The subsequent shells repeated this movement again and again, as if they were like a machine mixing fertilizer. They would never stop until they mix the things on the battlefield.

I observed for a while and even took out the telescope, but in the end I couldn't see through the layers of smoke. So I had to retract my head back into the trench. After thinking about it, I patted the warrior lying beside me and signaled him to prepare for the battle!

The soldiers of the 538th Regiment were all veterans. They quickly understood what I meant and passed my orders one after another. In a short while, various guns and grenades were prepared in amid the roar of shells. Those who held the rifle in their hands installed bayonets on their rifles...

The sound of artillery suddenly slowed down. In fact, at this time we could no longer hear the sound of artillery, but I could clearly feel this from the obviously reduced vibration on the ground. I think that the reason why the shells did not stop at the same time should be the result of the mixed coordination of the puppet army artillery. After all, they are deserters who are eager to open the gap from the encirclement. I can no longer ask them to remain calm and uniform. So it is obvious that the extra shells will definitely help us.

Sure enough, as I expected, when I raised my rifle and came out, a few shells led a large area of ​​puppet troops in front of us and flew into the sky. I was shocked to find that the puppet troops were only more than thirty meters away from us...

"Bang bang..." I pulled the trigger in my hand at the enemy without thinking, and the puppet soldiers who were rushing in front immediately fell under my bullets.

The soldiers also woke up from the bombardment, poked their heads out and raised various weapons to shoot bullets at the puppet army. Many soldiers also threw grenades at the puppet army at the first time. With the sound of gunfire and the explosion of grenades, the puppet army rushing in front was instantly beaten to the ground, and the momentum of charging forward was obviously stagnant!

When I finished firing a magazine to change the ammunition, I was surprised to find that there was a strange thing about the puppet troops in front of me - they all did not wear helmets, but tied a white cloth belt!

Expendables! This term quickly jumped into my mind.

It was obvious that the puppet army deserters were already in a hurry, and they realized that if they waited until it was dark, it would undoubtedly be much more difficult. So, they were eager to end the battle before dark, so they selected some puppet troops from their troops who did not want to live and formed a suicide squad to attack us...

In the three years since I participated in the Korean War, this is the first time I have seen the suicide squad of the puppet army. Of course, there are accidents, but it is understandable. After all, the puppet army was a unit that grew up under the Japanese army. Although the tactics were increasingly modernized, humanized, and more scientific under the training of the US army. However, the Japanese army's training and long-term minions of the Japanese army still left a deep mark on their souls.

In the past, the puppet army needed to cooperate with the US military, and there were always US military instructors pointing fingers in their troops, so they hid these marks deeply in their hearts and did not reveal them. This time they had conflicts with the US military and were more inclined to fight with us alone. As Rhee said, they wanted to "work alone", so all the "barbarism" that was pressing on their hearts broke out.

Although they are unwilling to admit this, in fact, until modern times, Koreans still hate *** people very much, but what is very painful is that reality is like this! For example, many Korean elderly people can only speak Japanese, and many of their living habits are similar to those of ***ers. There are also the suicide squads in front of them holding explosives bags and cluster grenades and rushing towards us with almost crazy howls, and it seems that they can see the shadow of the Japanese army back then...

But what they didn't know was that the Japanese army hated the most was the Japanese army, and the one they were most proud of was the killing of a few *** devils. I could see the shadow of the Japanese army in the puppet army suicide squad, and of course the volunteer soldiers who had fought with the Japanese army for life and death.

So it would be fine if these puppet soldiers did not have this outfit. When they rush up like this, they would easily remind the volunteer soldiers of the numerous crimes committed by the Japanese army in China, the blood debts owed by the Japanese army, and the fellow villagers who once fell under the bayonet of the *** devils...

*** people killed many people in China. A considerable number of volunteer soldiers had relatives and friends died under the butcher knife of the *** Japanese. They all hated the Japanese army to the core. In addition, they were now fighting to defend their country and were already full of homesickness. When they saw the puppet army, which looked like the Japanese army, all new and old hatreds surged upwards, and all the soldiers were red in their eyes. Bullets were shot at the puppet army with extreme accuracy, and grenades flew towards the enemy group one by one, making them scream in a terrible way.

I also shot a bullet at the puppet troops rushing towards our position without hesitation, and I specifically picked the puppet troops holding explosive bags. Since they were holding explosive bags, they must ignite the fuse in advance before rushing to our position. This is the best time for me to shoot!

The Japanese army's tactics were rigid, and the commander blindly emphasized that his spirit could defeat everything regardless of the casualties of his subordinates. This behavior and thought obviously also affected the puppet army, because they were doing the same thing as the Japanese army, causing teams of soldiers to fall down meaninglessly under our guns.

Indeed, this kind of offensive can indeed put considerable psychological pressure on the opponent. If the opponent is a unit with a weak mind or a poor quality, just seeing the suicide squad's posture of just attacking forward regardless of life and death, it will be frightened to make his legs weak and quickly collapse.

But there is a saying that "one breath can blow out a candle, but it can make a pile of fire burn more vigorously." The puppet army suicide squad was breathing, but we were a pile of fire, a pile of raging fire that would never be extinguished! What the puppet army could not have imagined was that their approach aroused the soldiers' determination to ignore life and death!

Isn't it an suicide squad? Then die!

The soldiers became more and more brave as they fought, completely forgot that their life and death were fighting with the enemy in blood. The puppet army was cruel, so we were even more cruel than them. The puppet army rushed up with bayonets, and our soldiers rushed down with bayonets without fear; the puppet army rushed up with explosive bags, and our soldiers rushed down with explosive bags and cluster grenades...

This is the essence of the Volunteer Army and the Revolutionary Soldiers. In their full passion, they are full of selfless love for the motherland and family, and endless hatred for the enemy! I have found the most perfect unity of love and hate in them!

"Boom..." With loud noises, explosive packs and cluster grenades exploded one after another in front of the position with blood light.

When the puppet army suicide squad was getting closer and closer like a tide, the volunteer soldiers rushed down without hesitation with explosive bags and grenades. They were so fast that the soldiers who were so close at hand did not come to hurry to pull them; they were so determined that no one turned back when they rushed towards the enemy; they were so brave that the puppet army suicide squad was shocked by their courage!
Chapter completed!